That’s up for debate

“At the mansion belonging to one Demeter Nicator,” Calyce informs you, “she is younger than me, and is still in training.”

“So Nicator’s mansion is a…?”

“**** school, yes.” Calyce admits, and you can barely believe your luck at this revelation, although you realize that there is a risk that there will be mercenaries guarding the school. Hopefully the amounts of guards there won’t be too high, and then maybe a few of them will have recognized which way the wind’s blowing and run off. You just hope that they haven’t taken Calyce’s sister along with them in that case.

“You know the way there, don’t you?” You ask, and Calyce nods, “Good, then lead me there.”

The two of you exit the house, and you pick up a few trinkets that look valuable as you do so, tucking them into your satchel as you step out onto the street.

Checking to see that the bodies of your latest adversaries haven’t moved since you last saw them, you then lead the way back to the main street, where you stop for a moment and glance at the sight which presents itself further down the street.

There, a group of Galatians is moving about, having just rummaged through a house with little to show for it other than a few trinkets that don’t look very valuable.

From the symbols or their shields, you can tell that they are from the same clan as you, which ought to make them dependable men. Knowing that there’ll be more women at the **** school than you could ever handle, more less be allowed to keep for yourself, and the guards might still be there and present a nasty problem for you to solve, you contemplate telling these five men about what you’re intending to do next.

The men have spotted you, and you think to yourself that by bringing them along you would also ensure that some uptight, prissy little civilized man-bitch won’t end up with his filthy little hands on all those pleasure slaves.